*Read the following assuming you're not a crazy obsessive freak*
As far as you're concerned, he's yours. He may not know it himself, but it's true.
Everything about him is perfect to you. But then again, love is blind.
The way his hair is imperfect, his clothes ( which look effortlessly put together, but still sexy), his voice, smile, laugh. You notice it all. Every single thing.
The only fault is that you're not with him. Oh, and one more thing. She is.
She's just about the worst thing that could have happened to you
Forget Elizabeth Taylor, this girl should have played the shrew
Her voice, makes you want to shoot the nearest passerby
If she left, you would be the first to say goodbye
Now, she may not be a horrible person
But if she doesn't get the hell out of your way, let's just say she'll get a 'condition' that'll only worsen
This is your chance to get creative! A 'fall' down the stairs, 'tripping' through the 3rd floor window
Not to call people names, but even your friends agreed, she's a hoe
Just a small poem to help him realize
If he doesn't choose you, someone in this story dies
You're not a crazy obsessive freak
You just have many personalities, like Mystique
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